Chapter 728: Stepping into Guilliman's Hook with Both Feet
"We step into Hell with our feet, and see the whole world as our enemy. - "Astartes Codex"

The sky was stained by gunpowder smoke, making the already dim sky even darker. It was filled with propellant exhaust produced by the launch of explosive bombs and thick black smoke from the burning of promethium.

Seventeen hours had passed since he entered this world. John knew that his magazine should have been empty, but as he pulled the trigger, the MK.17b Goldwin bolter in his hand still spewed out hot flames.

As the model with the largest number of equipment in various legions, the MK.5b bolter has a genetic identification scanner, a built-in ammunition counter, and a 30-round curved magazine. The standard 0.75-inch caliber bolter is composed of a diamond body, a depleted tritium core, and a mass reaction detonator.

Loyalty and reliability are the basic attributes of all bolt guns and are also the symbols that the Imperial Angels are proud of. But even so, John still feels doubtful about this old friend in his hand that has been with him for many years.

"That's not right. Why can it still fire?"

John's full name is John Wick. He comes from an agricultural world that Blackwatch has just recovered. His family has made a living by raising ant cattle for generations.

But John himself knew that he was not from this world, but just a hapless killer who had lost everything and came here after waking up.

There are no hive cities in the agricultural world, only human settlements scattered across the grasslands. Each settlement may be large or small, with a small population of only a few hundred thousand people and a large population numbering in the hundreds of millions.

If John had followed normal experience, he might have lived in this agricultural world all his life, dealing with ant bulls from birth to death all his life.

But John likes this kind of life, where he has family love, a good father who, although irritable, is very caring towards him, and a new pet dog.

But where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Compared with other star regions, being able to live in a world controlled by Blackwatch can be said to be very lucky. You can receive nine years of public education from birth. If you have excellent grades, you can continue your studies and learn one or two professional skills to support your family.

However, things went against their wishes. This agricultural world was ruled by Blackwatch for no more than 10 years. It had always been in the dark side of the Empire before that. It was also thanks to Blackwatch's need to use ant cows to make three-cow cans, otherwise this world would have been controlled by the World Eaters.

For the dark side cousins, they have no detailed research on the Legion and can only use the Kara network to obtain information. However, there are probably more monsters and demons on the Kara network than in the real world.

On a stormy night, John, who had just graduated from the NCO Academy and returned home, was knocked down by reality. A group of thugs ambushed him and killed his pet dog that had been with him for many years.

This pet dog was not a noble breed, it was just one of the local dogs found in groups in the countryside. But to John, it was the only thought his father left him before he died.

John didn't report to the police. As a non-commissioned officer cadet, he knew that although the laws promulgated by Black Watch were perfect, they only applied to residents of the star zone who had identification cards, but his dog did not have them. At most, the hooligans would be sentenced to serving in the mines, and he wanted these bastards to die.

Thanks to the knowledge he learned in the academy and his experience as a killer in his previous life, John quickly obtained weapons and found out information about this group of gangsters.

The first lesson taught at the NCO Academy is decisiveness. You must never be merciful when facing the enemy. This is what John did. He wiped out the entire gang with just one gun.

Because of his outstanding military performance, John was not sentenced after surrendering himself. Instead, he was appreciated by the local church monks and his name was put on the conscription list.

Just like that, John was thrown into Catachan by a group of big black guys who were returning from delivering goods. When John found something wrong, he realized that the big guy who had boasted to him before had run away.

John, who was cheated by the monks of the church, had no choice but to enter the Blackwatch training base. Perhaps old John was repentant, because after a three-month reserve assessment, the young man finally entered Blackwatch with excellent results.

John has forgotten how he managed to hold on. He thought that joining Blackwatch would be a new beginning, but he was thrown into Catachan for another 10 years of training. While undergoing transformation, he also had to learn technological knowledge that he could not understand at all.

John felt his scalp tingling whenever he thought of that period, but thanks to the instructor's hard work and encouragement, he finally graduated successfully and became a Blackwatch recruit.

Blackwatch is a good place to be, and the Primarch is the best father. John has heard more than one person talk about it since he put on the black power armor that represents honor and responsibility.

During this period, John already had a general idea of ​​the world he lived in. This damn place was a cesspool. It was all war and now he was being forced into conscription.

John knew that he was just a scoundrel, and he applied to the NCO school because he could earn more money after graduation, open a scrap recycling station, raise a dog, and visit the Eldar club that the big guys talked about.

But when he spoke his mind, the instructor named Bear Grylls almost bared his teeth. John still remembers the instructor's comments on him:

"Holy Emperor Hook! John, you're a fucking genius, I'd estimate your IQ to be at least 250, it would be a loss to the Empire if a great guy like you didn't join Blackwatch.

Don't worry, with my ability as the first instructor of Blackwatch, I will definitely train you into a true superman."

Since that time, John's hard times began. Bell trained him like a possessed man, gave him special treatment, and took him to the wilderness to survive, almost killing him.

As for the so-called Primarch, John didn't dare to think about it at all, because he knew who his own Primarch was. He was the Lord of Black Light, one of the two gods of the Empire, and also the Omnissiah in the mouths of those greasemen.

This kind of worldly god must be busy with all kinds of affairs every day, and is definitely involved in major events that can determine the fate of mankind. Every thought of his can determine the life and death of hundreds of millions of people.

From Instructor Bell, John also guessed that Blackwatch was a well-organized group of noble angels who, like other legions, fought on the front lines every day. Otherwise, why would they have such an anti-human training method?

"Ten years. Do you know how I got through these ten years?"

But when his company was selected by the 9th Reconnaissance Company and sent to the Black Light for internship, John found that something was wrong. This place was completely different from what he had expected.

It’s not that Blackwatch’s combat effectiveness is poor. Every cloaked roach in it has its own unique skills, and their endurance and fighting spirit are amazing. They also speak well. John likes it here very much.

"But the question is, where are the noble angels who fought bravely? Where are the gods who are busy with their daily affairs? Why are there so many warehouses on this ship? And there is no Blackwatch logo on the boxes at all. Could it be that they were stolen?"

Small head, big doubts. Even though he has undergone 22 transformation operations to become the Empire Superman, John's mind is still a mess. Simply put, the filter is too deep and conflicts with his experience.

As time went by, such doubts grew. As for John himself, he really liked the internal atmosphere of Blackwatch. There was no bullying from the legion as he had expected. From the company commander Leon to the mortal auxiliary soldiers, they were all very friendly.

But the more this happened, the more confused John felt, because he discovered many things that seemed completely blasphemous or heretical to outsiders.

In John's opinion, there was nothing heretical on the entire Blacklight, from top to bottom. Even the potted plants used for decoration in the aisles were bloodthirsty vines from Catachan that could break ceramic steel. He almost had a stress reaction just looking at them. Not to mention the alien weapons, almost every Blackwatch had a powered Guandao that flashed green fluorescence. The most ridiculous thing was that John saw traces of Tyranids in the Blacklight more than once, but the veterans said they were pets, and Tyranids didn't have pink fur.

John could accept this explanation, but when he wanted to go to the lower deck for a drink during his break, he found that the bartender was a demon, a Khorne demon who could smash him to pieces with one punch.

If someone hadn't held him back, John would have been nearly beaten to death by the burly demon named Saipan. Finally, the company commander Leon came out and said that Saipan was his colleague and currently served in the Burning Legion, and was used for special reconnaissance operations like the 9th Company.

As a soldier, John doesn't understand this kind of behavior. Demons are obviously the biggest enemies of Chaos, and his father was killed by cultists. But why would Blackwatch get together with these enemies? Could it be that the Imperial Truth is all a lie?

This thought made John feel painful, but he loved the life in Blackwatch very much. Here he had friends, relatives, and brothers, and he didn't want this pure land to be defiled.

But soon John no longer thought so. As the assembly order came, he saw his own original gene. Just one glance was enough for the 22nd psionic connection gland added into his body to develop completely.

With the addition of another member to the mental network covering all Blackwatch, all of John's doubts were instantly dispelled. He knew that the man in front of him was his father, and that the same blood flowed in his body.

Without any words, from the moment John connected to the mental network, a large amount of information flooded into his mind, letting him know what loyalty, responsibility, and the past of Blackwatch since its establishment.

"Oh!"

Flames burst out of the muzzle, and a bomb flew out, accelerating again under the propulsion of the rocket, and slammed head-on into the fusion robot that was rushing towards John.

"You fought well, but the battlefield does not allow you to be absent-minded. If it were in the real world, you would probably be dead."

Following the sound, a figure holding a three-barreled heavy-duty machine gun rushed out of the thick fog, with a triangular halo above his head, and the word "cool" was evident from head to toe:

"Boy, I feel like you are hiding something from me."

If loyalty is not absolute, then it is absolutely disloyal. Hogg had discovered this kid a long time ago. God knows which idiot trained him. His ideological construction is not up to standard and he is an outsider.

"What do you want me to ask you?"

"No, I definitely didn't say that. How could I have a little secret? I am loyal!"

John was extremely nervous when being stared at by Hogg. An unspeakable guilt spread in his mind. He did have a little secret, but he was more afraid of being expelled from Blackwatch.

Through the mind network, Hogg sensed John's true thoughts. He almost doubted whether his blood was flowing in this guy's body. Why was he so fussy?

Pulling the secret boy over, Hogg opened his helmet and put the cigar into his mouth. As the smoke rose, Sera's consciousness space was polluted again.

"Boy, you don't even want to call me father. I'm not like Jonson who has obsessive compulsive disorder. It's just a little secret. We in Blackwatch are all secrets. Yours is nothing."

Faced with Hogg's oppression, John wilted instantly and immediately confessed everything. But just when he thought he would be kicked out of Blackwatch by Hogg, he only heard a "cut" sound.

"Oh, I thought it was something else. You are wasting your energy here because of such a trivial matter. I am really impressed. As the leader of the legion, I have to provide psychological counseling for you unfortunate sons.

I think you deserve a beating. After you clean up Guilliman's hook, ask Leon to fill out a form and send it to me.

Now, hurry up and report over there. This level of space has been cleared. We are going to go deeper. If you still want to leave Blackwatch, you will never be able to leave in your lifetime."

Hearing Hogg say this, John instantly felt at ease, picked up his helmet and ran towards the assembly point, but before leaving, he still said flatteringly:

"Father, I..."

"roll."

"okay!"

Seeing his unfortunate son leave, Hogg put down his machine gun and pressed his hands towards the wasteland that had already been cleared. With a flash of lightning, scarlet psionic energy was drawn out, and countless soul residues were burned in an instant.

When the soul residue was burned, the ruins originally piled up on the wasteland began to dissipate, and a large number of green buds emerged from the surface, and finally bloomed into small pale yellow flowers.

Perhaps the pollution subsided, the first layer of consciousness space was completely purified, and the style of the entire world changed instantly, from the original wasteland to the endless cat-man grassland.

There was a noise behind him, and Hogg turned his head to look. A mini cat-like man poked its head out from the grass and looked at him timidly.

There is no doubt that the little thing in front of him is Sera's consciousness fragment. It might have been hidden somewhere before, but now it jumped out immediately when the Black Watch soldiers arrived.

Seeing that the little thing was still staring at him, Hogg walked forward slowly, making a licking sound with his mouth, trying to attract its attention.

Hogg's plan was very effective. The little cat man was not smart at first glance. When he heard the sound, he did not run away. Instead, he walked towards Hogg and finally climbed onto his head.

The white cat goes with the white hair. Hogg was very satisfied with the new hairstyle. He walked towards the gathering point nearby with Sera on his head. He thought that this consciousness space had seven levels. Could it be that there were six more little cats waiting for him to collect?
"Sera, Sera, I beat you to your knees, and now you are like this. It's really shameful."

Perhaps the little cat understood what Hogg meant, he sighed, and after calling for a long time he couldn't utter a complete sentence, and finally he could only collapse completely on top of Hogg's head and lie down.

"Meow!"

(End of this chapter)